We are 3Ls - back in school and bitter as ever. While we all will be practicing in different areas after we graduate, one common bond unites us: we can't wait to be done. We come here to bitch and not do much else. So if you're looking for deep thoughts or insightful political commentary, find a different blog to read.

Pitiful

Imagine my surprise when I discovered a voicemail on my phone this morning from Calculating Bitch. It's true, I was blushing after listening to the voicemail. However, my embarrassment was not due to the voicemail's effect on me, but rather because I was embarrassed for her.

The voicemail was the worst prank call I have ever been a party to, so bad I am hesitant to even label it a prank call because it would be an insult to bored tweens everywhere. The joke was lame even by middle school standards (an extremely vanilla "I have a secret crush on you!") and she couldn't even deliver the line without laughing. Poor planning, and even worse execution. I expect better from a Law Bitch.

So what is to blame for such a cringeworthy "prank" call? I'm sure Calculating will try and blame the alcohol, but let's face it, alcohol is the only true muse of a quality prank call. I think the true culprit for such a dearth of creativity is none other than that bland, byzantine bastion of legal knowledge that she slavishly devotes herself to. I'm speaking of none other than Westlaw.

So what's the moral of the story? I think it's readily apparent: Westlaw causes brain damage. If you insist on self-destructing, use something a little less potent, like smoking crack or snorting some crank; at least then your friends will be entertained.

We Came. We Were Snarky. We Disbanned.

The short story: we blogged pretty voraciously while in law school until halfway through our 3L year when law school drama interceded. We abruptly shut down, fearing exposure that would impact our full-time employment options.

Sometimes, there is, unfortunately, no humor in law school or the legal profession.

That was years ago. Since then, we're all gainfully employed. Of the LawBitches, one is a partner and two others are associates in small firms, two are solo practitioners, one works for the government, one is an in-house counsel, one work in non-traditional job in corporate America, and two are also adjunct professors at a law school.

The point is: we all survived. But if you ask us if we're happy? Or if we'd do it over again? Well, you'd get differing responses.

The bottom line: Before you decide to go to law school, be aware -- be very aware -- of what you are getting yourself into.